In my house we don’t use labels. I am just Henry. Just like my sister is just Olivia. Just like my other sister is just Lily.
I could have many labels. To many people, I do.
I have a tshirt that says “Label Jars Not People”. That says it well .
I choose to identify as autistic. I choose to use this because of community. Not to tell you what I am or what I am not.
I am proud to be an autistic advocate standing up for inclusion. I think all people have the same rights. Labels should not be for separation. People are more than a word. People are complex.
I am not defined by any label. I am just me. I have other disability labels I don’t use. That may change. It is my choice.
I am an advocate. A student. A communicator. A friend. A Nascar fan. A son. An activist. A brother. A teenager. A typer. A baseball player. A traveller.
I am ordinary. I am extraordinary.
I am complex.
I am a person .
“I am ordinary. I am extraordinary.
I am complex.
I am a person.”
Another awesome member of our awesome community – Henry Miles.
Every day, every time, I read Henry’s words, see his picture, or just think about him, Henry brings me joy.
Love this H!
I love this Henry. I read it over and over. You remind me that we are in the midst of a very exciting time. Kids with strong voices like you let me know that the future is bright.
When I first met your mom, she was advocating on your behalf. Now you are advocating for yourself, loud and clear, and you are an amazing role model.
It’s great to personalize oneself.
You are unique. You are special.
You are one more thing, you are wonderful.